Federico García Lorca Poems

The fat lady came out first,
tearing out roots and moistening drumskins.
The fat lady
who turns dying octopuses inside out.
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Green, how I want you green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The ship out on the sea
and the horse on the mountain.
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Noche de cuatro lunas
y un solo árbol,
con una sola sombra
y un solo pájaro.
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Voces de muerte sonaron
cerca del Guadalquivir.
Voces antiguas que cercan
voz de clavel varonil.
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Alta va la luna.
Bajo corre el viento.
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So I took her to the river
believing she was a maiden,
but she already had a husband.
It was on St. James night
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Playing her parchment moon
Precosia comes
along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights.
The starless silence, fleeing
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Mi sombra va silenciosa
por el agua de la acecia.
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The litle boy was looking for his voice.
(The King of the crickets had it.)
In a drop of water
the little boy was looking for his voice.
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Su luna de pergamino
Preciosa tocando viene
por un anfibio sendero
de cristales y laureles.
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